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If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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February 3, 2005

It's like pea soup out there permalink

Okay, this is going to have to be another scattered, quick entry as I back at the compression chamber known as work. It is already officially Not a Good Morning™.

Though. Thank you. It is so nice to read your comments, you guys are so wonderful. And, hey, I had a good mirror experience last night! I went to see my athletic trainer/sadistic exercise giver last night, and we went through the old exercises (I came clean about not consistently doing the balance ball exercises), and getting a batch of new ones. All the standing exercises were done in front of a mirror, and I had to say, there in my work clothes, I looked pretty good. Clear distinction between breasts and belly, noticeable waist, yay, yay yay!! Which helped me not hate the fact that the new exercises are really hard.

I had a realization yesterday, that I've almost never been so aware of my ab muscles—except when I ran cross-county in high school. I remember just being so amazed by how strong I felt in my lower trunk (we'd say core now). And actually, I really feel like that now. There's my abs, my glutes, my hamstrings, my quads, they all feel like well-oiled heavy machinery now (and that's a positive thing).

My ability to deal with stress hasn't been too good though. At both lunch and dinner, I had to abdicate making food decisions because I got too overwhelmed. This is me, the total food hound. This is not like me.

So, this morning, I decided to do a couple things that should allow me to blow off steam. I cleaned the living room, and I walked into work.
Now mind you, it's not clean enough for my mom to visit, and no one will be convinced that it's not a paper breeding laboratory, but it's significantly better than it was. And then I walked into work.

Here's a VJ fun fact. Stones gravitate to me. It's almost impossible for me to go for a walk, even to the bus stop, or a bike ride (!) without ending up with at least one rock in my shoe.

This morning's rock was particularly sharp. The fog was thick this morning —about a block's visibility. So, I ended up damp even though it didn't rain. And then when I was taking off my jacket, I realized that I had bird shit all over it—and all over my hand. Ooooogh!

Posted at February 3, 2005

Comments

Physical activity is a great choice to blow off stress. I feel so much better when I get up off my arse and move. Good for you:) And you get a clean house. I love when someone visits for just that reason.

Posted by: susan at February 3, 2005 3:55 PM

Wha? Well oiled glutes? Now how am I supposed to concentrate on getting anything done? Seriously, its great that you're seeing the results that others are almost certainly noticing. And those hard exercises? Just think of how impossible they'd have been a little while ago - and how easy they'll feel in six months!

Posted by: Richard at February 3, 2005 5:25 PM

Oh yes, body part definition is a very good thing! And those new harder exercises means even more definition.

And I think you should save all the stones in a jar because that would be funny to see how fast it fills up.

And I'm sorry for laughing out loud when I read about the bird poop. If it will help, I'll help hunt down the perpetrator and pound him to pieces for ya.

Posted by: Jon in Michigan at February 4, 2005 8:24 AM